For the Record OTM (Ft. EBK Young Joc)
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[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(Go and run it up like T)
Eat that
You know the truth, nigga
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
I just dropped a whole drum, now I feel better
Too guns in my hand, I start paisa dancin'
Stinc chasin’ K sparks, you see the lights flashin'?
Time to set the play up, call me John Madden
Hit sticks, watch his wig split down the middle, why you flinch?
It'll be a tragic story if you say that shit again
In my section, you a buster, might as well be a snitch
’Cause we don't tolerate neither, nigga, that's for the record
Damn, you need to do better, get a hold of yourself
Reach for this ice, let's get trippy, here's a micro dosage
Just ask anybody, bitch, they'll say I'm the dopest
Even thе baddest bitches hit me, wouldn't drop a quartеr
Chop knockin’ brains out, it’s partially stupid
I talk crazy to the bitches, I'm probably the rudest
You ain’t talkin' 'bout no uchies? Then what is you sayin'?
I was inspired by the don, don’t hate on the greatest
Just talk to me, what's the problem? We need to be straight
Old bitches hit me up, "Damn, you real famous"
Hit him with this lil' cannon, gave him 1080
Shell shocked from my neck, I almost chipped Rayman
(Go and run it up like T)
Eat that
You know the truth, nigga
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
I just dropped a whole drum, now I feel better
Too guns in my hand, I start paisa dancin'
Stinc chasin’ K sparks, you see the lights flashin'?
Time to set the play up, call me John Madden
Hit sticks, watch his wig split down the middle, why you flinch?
It'll be a tragic story if you say that shit again
In my section, you a buster, might as well be a snitch
’Cause we don't tolerate neither, nigga, that's for the record
Damn, you need to do better, get a hold of yourself
Reach for this ice, let's get trippy, here's a micro dosage
Just ask anybody, bitch, they'll say I'm the dopest
Even thе baddest bitches hit me, wouldn't drop a quartеr
Chop knockin’ brains out, it’s partially stupid
I talk crazy to the bitches, I'm probably the rudest
You ain’t talkin' 'bout no uchies? Then what is you sayin'?
I was inspired by the don, don’t hate on the greatest
Just talk to me, what's the problem? We need to be straight
Old bitches hit me up, "Damn, you real famous"
Hit him with this lil' cannon, gave him 1080
Shell shocked from my neck, I almost chipped Rayman
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